Take what you want
Need nothing more
For remembering
For singing song
There was no audience
No standing pride
Call of the monkey
Song of coyote
When the willow
Grows over your head
Look to the weather
Summer’s soon over
Find me in
The falling weather
Temperature dropping
Frost is coming
Always remember
Take what you want
Nothing worth calling
This singing song
If you give me a softer edge
I will believe in your touch
For in the grasp
Of a summer day
I remember all these dreams
And I can hear the buzz
Of the honey bee
Singing in my ear.
But if the edge continues to hone
I’ll find my sharpness cutting knots
Deep within my root stricken back
Holding me to gnarly strength.
I am the fire
Should I be struck
For I awake within my heart,
I am the dirt
That crumbles with
A slipping fist no longer clenched
No longer fighting back.
Three days of sun
Blade depth
Amidst in field
Don’t go
Fluttering butterfly
In this morning glow of sun
I’ve only just noticed you
And I’d like to see you more
It reminds me of a summer shore.
I know your mission
Is to float away so quick
Off to find another spot
In softness of this wind
You go and come again.
The laneway smells of sweet clover
Overrun by long timothy
That soaks toes in morning’s walk
Back and forth we go.
Dampness holds its structure
Amidst low hanging overcast clouds
That have lifted only slightly
Since twilight broke them off.
Calmness awaits
Imagination creeps in
Day’s plans unfold
Tracks on the road.
Graft me to a garlic bulb
So I can be the first one up in Spring
Aroma for a fine cuisine
Tastier than soupine
And when the season’s over and done
Hang me from the rafter
So I can be saved away
To remember Summer’s sway.
Working like a dog
Since Ive been meaning to go home
And my good woman
Who I left there
Has the patience of a Queen.
Every day the sweat leaves me
Too tired to go on,
But sun again rises high
Sending me off into the fields.
I smile out there
To the whole expanse,
Thinking how I have been so lucky
To wake beside a beautiful
Human who cares for me,
And then to work amongst the birds
Who sing so playfully
To wish me luck upon my way
Another beautiful day.
My star awoke
And let shine
Amidst a valley of grass
That sat silently
As midnight would
Sending me a goodnight.
Don’t ask my name anymore
It hurts me too much in my soul
My feet have begun to blister
And my eyes don’t like to open.
What day has taken my mind
Lost amidst the wind
For clouds have come and woven their way
Amidst the mustard seed sour.
Chaos and slumber collide into
A lackluster whimsical spree
Growth no longer on my mind
Spared and distant forsooth.
I awoke
And remembered
All that could have been said
And held
Onto the gift
That lay next to me
For I was lucky
To share
A breath amongst
Wild flowers and grasses
With a lifeline
That lifted
To let the sun
Begin.